Transition

One of the cruelest everyday things in our world is the expectation that everyone will be able to handle transitions. What for some is only a rest area along life's journey is for others a haven unlike any they've ever had, but rarely have I seen that place attachment respected.

You ripped me from my mother's womb and told me to stand You got me started walking and then you dropped my hand

You took all of my toys away and yelled at me to cope You introduced me to some "friends" and told me not to mope

You dragged me up and down and back and never let me cry And through it all I never heard a single reason why

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